Remus read over the morning headline wearily, sighing and taking a sip of his tea. He wondered how long this could go on for. It seemed to be getting more and more frequent as Voldemort grew in power. He was distracted from his paper by a thump above him. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. A moment later there was grunt from the door.

Remus looked up at his groggy lover, messy haired and rubbing his eye as he slid into the seat across from him. He used to raise an eyebrow at the behavior. Now he didn't bother.

“Did you read the paper?” It was a stupid question considering he'd just woken up and Remus had picked it up off the porch, but Sirius just gave another grunt.

“You know you're going to be late for work again.” No response. He looked over the paper at Sirius. “Not again... that's the third time you've been fired in the past six months...” _

That was the final straw for their wilting relationship. Within an hour Sirius had his bags packed, hair combed down and robe thrown on. He looked towards Remus as he opened the door.

“And moony, I wasn't fired... I quit.” And then he was gone.

It was only that evening that Remus found the two plane tickets to Paris under his pillow....